i used to wave at
the summer, the burst of
a dream catching in my
hair
but i am a mess now,
a pondering inadequacy
the weed
who dreams
of changing the world

the moon slipped from
the pregnant sky
yesterday
and after that i lost my
glow

we could be dreamers,
stars,
rock music babes
but we are now left
cut
my mind fractured with the
ghost of oppression

and i've forgotten how
to sew myself shut.